| Lyrics: | Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daisies,
Half the time, you'd swear that she is
crazy.
Flowered drinks and a low-cut dress,
That's the way I know her best.
She says
she's lonely, how could she be?
Every night she's got company.
Oh Marie,
I sure
hope you're happy.
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie.
She likes the way she looks
in her Camaro,
She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero.
She's so famous on the
block,
She stumbles home around four o'clock.
She claims the guys are hard to
please,
She wears teen perfume behind her knees.
Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're
happy.
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie.
All day long she fills me up with
dogma,
She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka.
There was one man she truly
loved,
He took everything but her bear-skin rug.
And now and then it's clear to
me,
That need is love and love is need.
Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're
happy.
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie.
Oh Marie,
What are you looking
for?
Oh Marie,
Always an open door.
What are you looking for |
